Randy Shilts, American journalist and author, was born August 8th 1951.
After earning a degree in journalism from the University of Oregon and spending years as a freelancer, Shilts was hired by the San Fransisco Chronicle in 1981, writing primarily about issues in the gay community.
Ironically this was the same year that what would become known as HIV/AIDS first came to the attention of the medical community, beginning with the now-famous MMWR paper “Pneumocystis Pneumonia — Los Angeles.” Reading it in hindsight is chilling:
In the period October 1980-May 1981, 5 young men, all active homosexuals, were treated for biopsy-confirmed Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia at 3 different hospitals in Los Angeles, California. Two of the patients died. All 5 patients had laboratory-confirmed previous or current cytomegalovirus (CMV) infection and candidal mucosal infection. Case reports of these patients follow….
All the above observations suggest the possibility of a cellular-immune dysfunction related to a common exposure that predisposes individuals to opportunistic infections such as pneumocystosis and candidiasis. Although the role of CMV infection in the pathogenesis of pneumocystosis remains unknown, the possibility of P. carinii infection must be carefully considered in a differential diagnosis for previously healthy homosexual males with dyspnea and pneumonia.
Indeed.
If you’re interested in the history of HIV/AIDS you’ve almost certainly read Shilts’ work, which is invaluable in understanding the early years of the crisis: the confusion and fear in the gay community as it becomes clear that strange cases of PCP and Kaposi’s sarcoma are part of something much larger; medical efforts to understand and trace the ailment; and the political struggle to mount an effort against the disease at a time when the gay community’s social and political standing was so precarious.
I can’t think of And the Band Played On without thinking of the so-called “Patient Zero,” Gaetan Dugas, a French-Canadian flight attendant who was portrayed as a sort of Typhoid Mary of AIDS. Dugas was a promiscuous gay man– averaging something like 250 sex partners a year, apparently– who traveled constantly and frequented the bathhouses of many cities in North America and Europe. He was singled out as the international carrier of the virus when epidemiologists tried to trace back common sexual partners from men who were in the first wave of AIDS fatalities. This early epidemiological work was hampered by an erroneously short estimate of the virus’s latency period: doctors were assuming a period of 12-18 months, but later research would show an incubation persion of over seven years. With this long a timeframe, the virus would have spread with or without Dugas.
But Shilts’ portrait is haunting: he depicts Dugas continuing his bathhouse exploits despite the urgings of doctors at the CDC, even flaunting his KS lesions to new conquests:
Back in the bathhouse, when the moaning stopped, the young man rolled over on his back for a cigarette. Gaetan Dugas reached up for the lights, turning up the rheostat slowly so his partner’s eyes would have time to adjust. He then made a point of eyeing the purple lesions on his chest. “Gay cancer,” he said, almost as if he were talking to himself. “Maybe you’ll get it too.”
(Dugas died in March of 1984 from AIDS-related kidney failure.)
The HIV epidemic is of interest in medical ethics for several reasons. I’ll briefly describe one of them here, which is the way HIV helped to reshape thinking about the physician-patient relationship. One aspect of this concerns end-of-life care. As the NYT put it a few years ago,
In the early years of the epidemic, [HIV] rekindled many doctors’ interest in the almost lost art of caring for dying patients. They were untethered from useless, life-proloning machinery and allowed to die quietly. Medical ethicists agree that AIDS was a prime force in introducing living wills, health care proxies, DNRs, and hospice care into common parlance.
HIV prompted rethinking end-of-life care partly because the treatments were no damned good. AZT is toxic. Having a Hickman catheter in your chest is unpleasant. And so on. With such bad outcomes, doctors were encouraged to re-evaluate of the goals of treatment.
More broadly, the epidemic promoted a model of patient autonomy in place of the more traditional “do what the doctor says” view. In the early years of the disease, there wasn’t much to be known about the disease or its treatment. And HIV happened to appear in a community with a lot of educated professionals with the resources to learn all that could be learned about the disease, leading to a rise in medical activism. (Think of ACT-UP and the GMHC, for example.) Doctors robbed of their traditional position of expertise confronted patients with fairly detailed knowledge of their own condition, and this helped to shift decision-making authority.
Shilts was tested for HIV but refused to learn the result of the test until he finished And the Band Played On. “Everyone I know who tested positive turned into an activist,” he explained.
Randy Shilts died in February 1994 after bouts of PCP and Kaposi’s sarcoma. In addition to And the Band Played On, Shilts was the author of The Mayor of Castro Street, about the rise and assassination of Harvey Milk, and Conduct Unbecoming, about gays and lesbians in the military.



12 comments
August 8, 2008 at 2:36 pm
bitchphd
You’re just trying to make it impossible for me to get away with calling you gay now, aren’t you?
August 8, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Neddy Merrill
That’s more or less the plan, B.
Regards,
Larry Kramer
August 8, 2008 at 2:50 pm
bitchphd
I really hate you, Neddy.
August 8, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Neddy Merrill
xoxoxo, b.
August 8, 2008 at 4:13 pm
John Emerson
What I remember from Shilts’ book is Margaret Heckler’s “We must stop AIDS before it spreads to the heterosexual population”, which I remember from the newspapers. I thought should live in infamy forever, but Google doesn’t bring up much.
She also apparently refused or failed ever to say a word to Reagan about AIDS, or to ask him to make a public statement of any kind.
Interview
Shilts
August 8, 2008 at 4:17 pm
Neddy Merrill
that era was just filled with bullshit, was it not? My pet peeve is all the Ryan white “innocent victim” stuff. Who wasn’t, kid?
August 8, 2008 at 4:28 pm
bitchphd
The funny thing is that in my sexual fantasies, Neddy, you’re 100% heterosexual.
August 8, 2008 at 6:41 pm
Charlieford
Ryan White was pretty important in the area I was living in, then (outside Philadelphia). There were these utterly bizarre urban-myths going about that were taken seriously by otherwise marginally intelligent folk, that a certain newscaster was gay and that he had been involved in a strange practice involving a live gerbil on a string and a certain part of the anatomy, and this aforementioned gerbil had become stubbornly ensconced in said anatomical region, and he had had to go to the emergency room, etc., etc. (This was shortly after the McMartin pre-school thing, and a lot of folk were stirred up into all kinds of states of hysteria and believing some pretty fantastic things. If you weren’t alive for that, you don’t know how scared you should be. It was comparable to the Salem Witch trials, which I also recall quite vividly.) Ryan White got people thinking about someone with AIDS that mainstream Americans could feel sympathetic towards, pushed a lot of other nonsense off the radar, and held up a mirror of middle-American sadism for a lot of folk to look into and meditate upon. Why the White family moved to Kokomo of all places is a little beyond me though. From Robert Coughlin’s KONKLAVE IN KOKOMO (1949): “Literally half the town belonged to the Klan when I was a boy. At its peak, which was from 1923 through 1925, the Nathan Hale Den had about five thousand members, out of an able-bodied adult population of ten thousand. With this strength the Klan was able to dominate local politics. It packed the police and fire departments with its own people, with the result that on parade nights the traffic patrolmen disappeared and traffic control was taken over by sheeted figures whose size and shape resembled those of the vanished patrolmen.”
August 8, 2008 at 11:41 pm
politicalfootball
I knew about Shilts’s AIDS, and always thought And The Band Played On was an amazing achievement for its detachment. I still think that, but now I understand how he accomplished that detachment.
August 11, 2008 at 8:31 am
Marichiweu
Regarding the relationship between the medical community and the gay activist community, I’m a big fan of Steven Epstein’s Impure Science. It’s a social history of early AIDS research, and the amazing way that members of ACT UP et al practically became doctors to counteract the ridiculous varieties of nonsense the medical world was producing at the time. Recommended.
August 11, 2008 at 9:49 am
Walt
Wow, Charlieford, small world. I lived in Philadelphia at the time, and I remember that exact same rumor circulating (presumably about the same person). Everyone seemed to know about it so instantly that I was surprised when it didn’t show up in the newspapers. It wasn’t until years later when I heard the rumor attached to other actors that I realized it was a complete urban legend.
January 4, 2009 at 11:53 am
Nik
I never did buy the Gaetan Dugas theory of HIV, even in the 1980s. Nobody explained the origins of the virus in central Africa. The nation was caught in hysteria and witch hunts.